Here’s the volume: stain nor blot <br /> Mars a leaf to-day; <br /> Sin and folly, they are not; <br /> Sorrow is away. <br />Look! Each page is white and clear, <br />And’t is morning of the year. <br /> <br /> Of the days that swiftly run <br /> This will not be mute: <br /> Good or evil said or done, <br /> Sweet or bitter fruit, <br />What shall be the record, dear, <br />At the evening of the year?<br /><br />Ina D. Coolbrith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-new-leaf-2/
